A moth within my home
Trapped for days
Cannot find the open door.
Do I chase him today
While he is still filled with vigor
Or do I wait until tomorrow
When he is tired and losing hope?
Am I this moth?
I was filled with vigor
Trying to find my way out of this cage
On my own
Flapping my wings
And beating my head against the window
For I can see what's on the other side.
Who is the master of this house?
Who is waiting for me to tire
Before plucking me from the window sill
And carrying me to the door
So that I may once again fly free?